Post by AJ Knight on Dec 1, 2023 2:53:05 GMT
Of course, that’s what people are focusing on…
I announce that I’m going to defend my title three times in one night, but somehow a clout chasing journalist being put in his place is getting headlines? I know I have a reputation but this is just…
AJ slammed his laptop shut. Seeing the dirt sheets ranting about Pollo Road’s champion threatening a journalist had him ready to start putting holes in the wall. Once again a gesture of goodwill was being thrown back in his face.
Orville Newton declining his handshake was disrespectful, but at least he had a valid reason, but these so called journalists? What did he ever do to them?
For deciding to go above and beyond as champion, AJ had his personal life dredged up in public once again, dragged in the media, and received a fine from Duke Womack for the sole purpose of proving he wouldn’t put up with the kind of bullshit Nelson did.
Frankly it shouldn’t have even surprised him at this point.
They decided I was the villain a long time ago…
November 1st, 2018
AJ’s knee was throbbing as he gingerly limped back to the trainer’s room. His shot to win back the King of Lion’s title was gone, but all he could think about was that sound…
That sickening, unmistakable thudding crack of skull on steel that followed Matt’s moonsault. The moment he heard it, he knew that somebody wasn’t getting back up… and to his horror he saw the pool of blood forming under Matt Pulver’s skull…
I didn’t want this Matt… you have to believe me, I never wanted it to end this way…
Dr. Pierson began to look over his knee as AJ entered the room, and the words burst out of AJ’s mouth the instant he sat on the bench.
“Where’s Matt?”
“He’s in the hospital.”
AJ’s stomach sank.
“He’s going to be alright, isn’t he?”
Hearing the desperation in AJ’s voice, the doctor’s normally stern face softened a bit. Trying to show some level of empathy for the young man he chose his next words carefully.
“I’d love to tell you he was fine but… I don’t know, kid. Head injuries like that are tricky. You know as much as I do. But Matt’s a tough kid, so there’s hope there.”
AJ felt nauseous. The image of his once good friend motionless, bleeding out the back of his head…
Dammit Matt, you better pull through…
AJ left the trainer’s room and raced toward his car. If he could just know for sure Matt was going to wake up, then maybe he could sleep tonight.
But just as soon as his car came into sight, he found himself surrounded on all sides by journalists, with all manner of questions for him. He ignored them all until he heard one question that stopped him cold.
“Do you feel at all responsible for Matt Pulver’s injury tonight?”
“What happened to Matt was an accident. He’s a grown man who made a poor decision in the heat of the moment.”
The journalist raised an eyebrow, before continuing to speak.
“Yes, but I don’t believe it’s escaped anybody that Matt has been uncharacteristically rash, which has coincided with your prodding. Given Becky Chande’s career was also cut short this past year largely due to your influence, some people are beginning to sense a pattern, thoughts?”
It took everything AJ had not to hit this man, with this stupid little “Gotcha” smirk.
“I think you should get that camera out of my face before you learn what an involuntary colonoscopy feels like.”
He hopped in his car and sped off.
Present Day.
He never did escape that night. He couldn’t even bring himself to visit Matt in the hospital. After all, why would Matt have wanted to see him?
Soon to the media and many fans, AJ just became the villain in the tragedy of Saint Pulver. A jealous false friend whose behavior drove Matt’s career to an untimely end. After that night Matt could do no wrong. Hijacking a family legacy that wasn’t his had been forgiven as an act of desperation by a man desperate to come back to what he had loved and had unfairly lost.
Meanwhile AJ’s attempts to raise the prestige of the Cruiserweight title at considerable risk to himself was condemned; nothing more than a narcissistic ploy to discredit his former friend’s legacy.
“And they wonder how I turned out this way…”
I announce that I’m going to defend my title three times in one night, but somehow a clout chasing journalist being put in his place is getting headlines? I know I have a reputation but this is just…
AJ slammed his laptop shut. Seeing the dirt sheets ranting about Pollo Road’s champion threatening a journalist had him ready to start putting holes in the wall. Once again a gesture of goodwill was being thrown back in his face.
Orville Newton declining his handshake was disrespectful, but at least he had a valid reason, but these so called journalists? What did he ever do to them?
For deciding to go above and beyond as champion, AJ had his personal life dredged up in public once again, dragged in the media, and received a fine from Duke Womack for the sole purpose of proving he wouldn’t put up with the kind of bullshit Nelson did.
Frankly it shouldn’t have even surprised him at this point.
They decided I was the villain a long time ago…
November 1st, 2018
AJ’s knee was throbbing as he gingerly limped back to the trainer’s room. His shot to win back the King of Lion’s title was gone, but all he could think about was that sound…
That sickening, unmistakable thudding crack of skull on steel that followed Matt’s moonsault. The moment he heard it, he knew that somebody wasn’t getting back up… and to his horror he saw the pool of blood forming under Matt Pulver’s skull…
I didn’t want this Matt… you have to believe me, I never wanted it to end this way…
Dr. Pierson began to look over his knee as AJ entered the room, and the words burst out of AJ’s mouth the instant he sat on the bench.
“Where’s Matt?”
“He’s in the hospital.”
AJ’s stomach sank.
“He’s going to be alright, isn’t he?”
Hearing the desperation in AJ’s voice, the doctor’s normally stern face softened a bit. Trying to show some level of empathy for the young man he chose his next words carefully.
“I’d love to tell you he was fine but… I don’t know, kid. Head injuries like that are tricky. You know as much as I do. But Matt’s a tough kid, so there’s hope there.”
AJ felt nauseous. The image of his once good friend motionless, bleeding out the back of his head…
Dammit Matt, you better pull through…
AJ left the trainer’s room and raced toward his car. If he could just know for sure Matt was going to wake up, then maybe he could sleep tonight.
But just as soon as his car came into sight, he found himself surrounded on all sides by journalists, with all manner of questions for him. He ignored them all until he heard one question that stopped him cold.
“Do you feel at all responsible for Matt Pulver’s injury tonight?”
“What happened to Matt was an accident. He’s a grown man who made a poor decision in the heat of the moment.”
The journalist raised an eyebrow, before continuing to speak.
“Yes, but I don’t believe it’s escaped anybody that Matt has been uncharacteristically rash, which has coincided with your prodding. Given Becky Chande’s career was also cut short this past year largely due to your influence, some people are beginning to sense a pattern, thoughts?”
It took everything AJ had not to hit this man, with this stupid little “Gotcha” smirk.
“I think you should get that camera out of my face before you learn what an involuntary colonoscopy feels like.”
He hopped in his car and sped off.
Present Day.
He never did escape that night. He couldn’t even bring himself to visit Matt in the hospital. After all, why would Matt have wanted to see him?
Soon to the media and many fans, AJ just became the villain in the tragedy of Saint Pulver. A jealous false friend whose behavior drove Matt’s career to an untimely end. After that night Matt could do no wrong. Hijacking a family legacy that wasn’t his had been forgiven as an act of desperation by a man desperate to come back to what he had loved and had unfairly lost.
Meanwhile AJ’s attempts to raise the prestige of the Cruiserweight title at considerable risk to himself was condemned; nothing more than a narcissistic ploy to discredit his former friend’s legacy.
“And they wonder how I turned out this way…”